The Sweetness of the Seventies-Chapter 1233 - 1201: Silently Blessing Teacher He!

At night after washing up, He Tiantian seemed a bit lost in thought.

"What’s wrong?" Huo Yingjie asked while drying He Tiantian’s hair with a towel and then taking out a hairdryer.

"Tang Ping’an’s leg was broken by a gangster boss last year, not long after I left Xiangjiang. Could it be related to me?" He Tiantian asked. "I remember Liu Lingli’s lover was involved with gangsters!" freewebnσvel.cѳm

"I’m not sure, I’ll look into it tomorrow," Huo Yingjie replied. "Don’t worry, if it’s because of us, I’ll compensate him."

"Yeah, tomorrow I’ll go and see him with Sister Wanying," He Tiantian said. "I need to buy more health supplements. It’s quite sad, alone in Xiangjiang. He’s already thirty, unmarried, and now disabled with a broken leg."

"Alright, you go," Huo Yingjie said. "Be careful on the road and don’t leave the bodyguards out of sight."

With Cui Ying, Wei Yuanyuan, and a group of bodyguards around, there shouldn’t be any trouble.

The next morning, Huo Yingjie went to investigate.

After breakfast, He Tiantian met up with Xie Wanying and went to visit Tang Ping’an.

Tang Ping’an was taking a walk in the garden with the aid of crutches, occasionally looking up at the flower beds.

Xie Wanying rang the doorbell.

The Filipino maid came to open the door and let them in, recognizing Xie Wanying since she and her husband often visited.

He Tiantian followed the maid to the back garden and saw Tang Ping’an’s increasingly thin back.

"Tang Ping’an, why didn’t you let Sister Wanying tell me you were hurt?" He Tiantian went up to him quite concernedly.

Xie Wanying, knowing how much He Tiantian cared about Tang Ping’an, remained silent.

Tang Ping’an, facing an earnest He Tiantian, gave a resigned smile, realizing he could no longer keep it a secret.

He had avoided attending the premiere precisely to prevent Teacher He from seeing him in such a state.

At the same time, he didn’t want to cause Teacher He any guilt.

"There’s nothing to worry about," said Tang Ping’an. "I just didn’t want you to worry. I’m getting better now, see, I can stand and walk without much trouble."

Teacher He was busy, and Tang Ping’an didn’t want to disturb He Tiantian.

"That’s nonsense," He Tiantian countered. "In your heart, I’m no longer your teacher."

"That’s not true!" Tang Ping’an pleaded. "I just didn’t want to disturb you, as you’re busy with competitions, business, and taking care of children."

Tang Ping’an’s voice trailed off.

"So, how are you really now?" He Tiantian asked.

"I’m much better," Tang Ping’an replied. "The doctor said with good rehabilitation, even if I don’t recover fully, I won’t need the crutches anymore."

"That’s good," He Tiantian nodded. "Next time, you can’t keep things from me. I may not be able to help much, but I can still do something. Also, I know a great place for recuperation—it’s where I served as an educated youth. There are hot springs, and the environment is very conducive to recovery. If you don’t want to upset me, you’ll come with me this time."

Tang Ping’an had moved to Xiangjiang precisely to avoid being too close to He Tiantian.

But, alas, He Tiantian was unaware of Tang Ping’an’s true feelings.

Xie Wanying caught a glimpse of something in Tang Ping’an’s look at He Tiantian, realizing some things.

Ah, life is full of emotional fools, this hatred does not involve the wind and the moon.

The two were destined not to be together, so Tang Ping’an chose to leave, to keep silent.

"It’s not that miraculous, is it?" Tang Ping’an remarked. "I’m quite content here, doing my rehabilitation, writing articles. Life is quite enjoyable; I’d rather not go."

"There’s a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor there. You could get acupuncture to complement your rehabilitation, possibly improving the results. You might be able to walk normally, maybe even briskly like before!" He Tiantian suggested, knowing that Qijia Village was truly a good place for recuperation.

Wang Shuilian, who seriously studied the medical book Huo Yingjie left her, had after years of practice become quite proficient. She might indeed be able to help Tang Ping’an.

Tang Ping’an smiled and replied, "Okay, let me finish this book first, then I’ll go."

Teacher He wasn’t one to speak idly; if she said it was a good place, it really must be.

"Alright, then make it quick." He Tiantian said. "Sister Wanying, if you have time, perhaps you and Brother Qian could also visit. It’s truly a wonderful place with beautiful mountains and rivers, local dried peaches, peach gum, Peach Blossom Wine, and more, all excellent, especially for women."

"Really?" Xie Wanying asked. "Next month, both I and my husband have a holiday, and we were planning to travel to Malaysia. Since you recommend it, I do want to check it out."

"You’ll see the benefits once you go," He Tiantian replied. "If you go during the summer, it’s also a perfect spot to cool down. Though it doesn’t have the lush greenery of summer, winter there has its own charm."

Now He Tiantian began to enthusiastically promote, erm, publicize visiting Qijia Village to her acquaintances.

She wasn’t lying; it indeed was a wonderful place.

"Okay, we’ll definitely go this year," Xie Wanying said. "Ping’an, you don’t have much left to write in your book, so we’ll go together when you’re done."

"That sounds good," Tang Ping’an agreed. "For lunch, Teacher He, Ms. Xie, why don’t you stay and have a simple meal with me?"

He Tiantian smiled. "It’s not convenient here. Today, we’ll take you out for a good meal. I’ll treat you."

"How could I accept this?" Tang Ping’an felt somewhat embarrassed, with his teacher visiting and even treating him to a meal.

"Hehe, back when we were in school, I often treated you all, and I don’t recall you ever feeling embarrassed," He Tiantian remarked. "Let’s go, with me here, how could I let you pay!"

"Erm, thank you, Teacher He," Tang Ping’an smiled sheepishly, reminiscing about the past days.

Those youthful days, gone and never to return!

At noon, He Tiantian treated Xie Wanying and Tang Ping’an to a meal and even arranged for the driver to take Tang Ping’an back.

Returning home in the evening, Tang Ping’an thought about the day’s enjoyable moments, which improved his spirits.

Indeed, seeing Teacher He often was a pleasure, wasn’t it?

Touching his legs, Tang Ping’an sighed.

He utilized some connections in Xiangjiang, spending money to find out who had broken his legs, only to discover it was because he was He Tiantian’s student—to get back at He Tiantian.

He didn’t want He Tiantian to find out, to prevent her from discovering it was due to her that he became disabled.

If Teacher He knew, knowing her personality, she would be restless for life.

He hoped for Teacher He’s happiness and never wanted her to feel sad or guilty on his account; from beginning to end, he simply wished to be someone who silently wished her well.